Herein, laying dormant,
    veils of reposed
      secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes'
              frenetic passages,
languishing below
   sunken treasures'
     false facades of
        reticently rolling
            shrouded bluffs,
 shaded of darkly impetuous
        hued blood in
          unceremoniously
             bound convolutions,
a million ancient
     undisclosed shadows hidden,
     notwithstanding combative
        rumblings of death's
         unwelcome sycophancy,
depths of centuries'
         old unparalleled stories,
 whence hush-hush
       undulatory influx
          of defiant upsurges
            and turbulence reside,
     that of which only the
          winds of indiscretion,
                 clandestine spirits
                      & gods could surmise


*...as  privileged moons watch over amaranthine skeletons

•

I opened my eyes,



                                               And I saw you there,



                                                    ­ Smiled,

                                             Held my hands,

                         And carried me in utmost gladness,




We wandered in the seashore,

                      With our nonstop anecdotes,

                                        Your laugh,

                      Is like a wonderful orchestral euphony,

That always made my day so worth living for,





                         Then we stopped by and sit,

                         And observed the beauty of the sunset,




TOGETHER,




                                  ­                                                            Then­ with atonishment,

                                                   ­                       You gave me yellow flowers,

                                                      W­hich I truly love and adore,

                               Then I saw your eyes scintillating in gaiety,

           When you saw my smiles and teary eyes,




          I can't help but cry,

When you expatiated to me,

               For hours,



                                            About how much you loved me,

                                                            ­          And cared so dearly,  

                            Then promised to keep all that you've declared,




         That we will build future together,

                                  In the presence of our God,

And our future siblings,



I hugged you tight,

             You kissed my forehead,

                      And whispered love unto my ears,






We act lying together to gaze upon the stars,









But suddenly,








       You slap me hard,

                                       'Cause you said there's mosquito on my cheek,

And was awake!







                                                 ­        I realized,



That I am only dreaming,

In my dream.





                          © Earl Jane
                            ♥ E.J.C.S.

Hammering on the roof
Of this cavern of echoes
Like a thousand
Drums beating in unison
Prompting me to march
In a single person parade,
A celebration of rain.

They met on rainy days
  when the air was thick,
laden with the
   scent of old musky
     scrapbook memoirs
           & salt tears' reminisces

I traversed the solar
plexus of your lies
abseiled the craggy mid-drift
of long forgotten repentance
passing through your belly button
of hidden desires
and emerged
smelling of not-roses
from the crevice of your denials.
My surveyors report summarised thus -
(You're) **rotten through and through...

•

Your love is as sweet as the sugar,
                   That  I've been addictively indulging,
             For so many years.



        Every piece of you,
                      Is just the most gratifying that I have tasted!




                                   But when together we've been drowned with tribulations,





                                    You just gave up rapidly...






And dissolved!




                                   Integrating and going with the flow,

                         Of those torments and allurements,




Now where are you?




You are now a part of those afflictions that drowned you,


                                            I can still taste your sweetness,


                      Every time I sip through the trials,
                                That we've face,
          Resulting to weaken your knees,
    And been defeated,




       I was totally in great pain,


        To know that your love,

Can be just greatly surmounted,

                            By miseries in life,



But what can I do?

                                            I fight, you relinquish,


And until then,

You just become a memory,

Of an achingly baleful chronicles of my life.


                      © Earl Jane
                         ♥ E.J.C.S.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

I gave you my heart
(I love you - I said)

You put it in a freezer
"I may or may not need, it depends" - you said

♥♥♥♥♥♥

"okay"
(I love you - I said)

but things worked out with HIM

♥♥♥♥

You gave me my heart back
"Unlike Han Solo...
I don't think it survived
the freezing process - sorry" - you said

♥♥♥

"okay"
(I love you - I said)

♥♥


My heart actually did survive
but it barely beats now

- full of ice damage -
necrosis

"♥"

I was flowing through the light.
The Celestial Star Owls followed along.
I flow backward in time.
I access a memory and view a beautiful moment.
It was the day he fell in love.
But this memory was stemed to another.
It was the day he lost her.
This is where our universe begins to die.
He looks to drugs to numb away the pain.
There is nothing here that I can use to help us.
This memory is on a cycle that will never end in happiness.
I travel further back and cannot seem to access any new memories.
They are like clouded stars.
Beings made of shadow and black smoke are trying to consume the memories.
They scream at my approach.
The Celestial Star Owls begin to attack them.
This race of evil shadow black smoked beings are call "The addiction."

/                                                           Trapez

                                                        ­                      
                                          ­                                   ist

                                                            ­   move



                                                         ­                 s*

                                                             along

                                                          ­     t
                                                               ­       
                                                     h

                                                              ­            e

                                            
                                                           i       n      
                                                         ­   
                                                             v 

     
                                                       ­               i

            
                                  ­                                si


                            ­                                         b  
                                                                ­       le


                                                       Thread

He cast off his clothes
and his soul he laid bare
as he knelt with his nose
to the floor in prayer
then someone mistook
his crack for a rack
and parked the front wheel
of their bicycle there...